Thursday, February 20, 2014

The Supervisor

In preparation for the impending calves, the goats have been moved to smaller quarters, and the barn is undergoing a major cleaning. I came indoors to write and rest, since my arms were aching. Is it my imagination, or does this house smell like the barn? I asked myself. Or is that me that smells?

What the job lacks in ease, glam, and remuneration, it does make up for in fringe benefits: my supervisor is really good-looking!

Smokey supervising my work from the top of a round bale

“My (Wisdom’s) gifts are better than gold, even the purest gold,
    my wages better than sterling silver!–PROVERBS 8:19 (NLT)

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